Jack Caldwell - Fifteen Thousand Nights

Long Branch, Texas

December, 1871

Elizabeth Beth Darcy, nee Bennet, awoke suddenly from a deep slumber, startled by a strange sound in a strange place, and worse, a strange condition she was without a stitch of clothing.

It took a moment to remember where she was, why she was there, and how she came to be undressed. Her confusion was understandable, for less than twenty-four hours ago, she was a maiden, living under her fathers roof on the Bennet farm outside of Long Branch, Texas. Now she was the wife of the owner of the largest ranch in the county, and her nudity was a result of her husbands efforts to relieve her of her virginityrather delightful efforts, she recalled.

Beth slowly rolled onto her back and carefully stretched her arms above her head. The counterpane slipped below her breasts with her movements, but thanks to the warmth offered by the fireplace in the bedroom, she paid it no mind.

The bed was large and sturdy, made in the Spanish style of dark wood with intricate carvings at the head and foot. All the furnishings were massive, but because of the size of the room, they did not overwhelm the space. Tall ceilings assured the place would be cool in warm months, while the fireplace was there for comfort in the winter. A source of heat in the bedroom was a treat for Beth, having lived all her life in farmhouses warmed by a single fire, blankets, and hot bricks. This was luxury indeed!

It was to her surprise that there was but one bedroom for the master and mistress in the vastness of the Pemberley ranch house. True, her parents shared a bed for all of their married life, but that was not unusual for a farmer. Space, after all, was at a premium in a small farmhouse. But Beth had been led to believe that the wealthy lived very differentlythat rich husbands and wives had separate apartments and only rarely visited each other.

Will had laughed when he heard her expectations. That might be the way things are done in Austin or New York City, he had declared, but here at Pemberley, things are different. Like my daddy said to Cate one day in my hearing, Why should I go search for my wife in the middle of the night? Damned foolishnessthats what that is!

With a smile on her lips, she turned to the figure beside her, the light of the flames causing shadows to dance upon his handsome countenance. For long moments she gazed at the tousled features of William Darcyher husband, friend, and loverwith a happiness that took her to near dizzying heights. Beth could hardly believe her good fortune. She knew of his goodness, his loyalty, his courage, his generosity, his devotion, his sometimes-brutal honesty, and his unending care for those under his protection. But his gentleness had been a new revelation.

Like most brides before her, she was concerned over the mysteries of the marriage bed. Her mother tried to be helpful, but for once, Fanny Bennet was tongue-tied. She would not describe the act in any but the barest detailYouve seen the horses in the corral? Well, its something like that. What good was that? Mrs. Bennet was reluctant to share her own experiences, and she stopped at, I hope your husband is good and kind and well, patientlike your father was. The shared blushes between mother and daughter ended that line of conversation quickly.

Her sisters were hardly any more help. For a doctors wife, Jane Bingley was quite restrained in her revelations about the wedding night, but it was consistent with her modest character. Mary Tilney was no help at allall she could talk about was submitting gratefully to ones husband. The very idea of surrendering to anyone, even Will, was Beths abhorrence.

How foolish it was for her to fear this night! Will was so gentle, so loving, so so nervous! Beth laughed softly in remembrance. He was as uneasy as she was. Apparently, he was far less experienced than she had anticipated. He had spent little time, if any, at Younges Saloon. Yet, they had managed to bumble along with giggles and sighs. There was pain, but it was bearable. Indeed, she welcomed it, for it meant she was his forever, although it took a while to convince her darling man afterwards that the pain was only fleeting.

Beth lay on her side, staring at that beloved face, so calm and youthful-looking in reposefar different from the passionate strain from only what was it? A few hours ago? She should know exactly when Darcy entered her secret place and filled her, heart and soul, she reflected. That was the moment she left childhood behind and became Mrs. Darcy forever.

Beth was almost ashamed of how proud she was that she had such a handsome husbandalmost, but not really. She had to admit that, if it was her fate to look across the dinner table at a man for the rest of her days, he might as well be a good-looking one. Beth was as giddy as a miner that had struck the mother lode and smiled at her good fortune. His dusky skin and jet hair, products of his unusual heritageone-half Spanish and one-quarter Indianwere undeniably attractive. But coupled with his bright, penetrating blue eyes, especially when filled with passion for herwell, who could blame Beth if that turned her head?

A sudden thought struck her: what would their children look like? Would they be fair like their mother? Or would they favor their father? Perhaps a mixture of the two? His coloring and her curly hair? Might she be carrying the heir now in her womb? Her sons would be tall, she decided, tall like their brave and good papa. And their daughters would be laughing, sweet, beautiful, and the delight of their parents.

Her eyes returned to the person who inspired such thoughts. She recalled the gentle way his coarse hands removed the wisp of nothing that had been her bridal nightgown, and how she felt to stand before her beloved in nothing but that with which God had graced her. His response, once the man could move, was to, well worship her. His attentions to her body could be called nothing else. It was beyond delightful to feel his fingertips caress parts of her skin no man had even seen before.

If Beth had any disappointment from their initial joining, it was that Will had not removed his own nightshirt. She knew the reason why. Months ago she had accidentally seen the white scars that covered his back. She learned that they were further evidence of his honor and loyalty. He had taken a beating that had been intended for a friend, and in doing so, probably saved Charles Bingleys life. It was not surprising that Will hid those scars. For all his assets, the man did have his pride, and besides, he had no idea that Beth knew of his old injury.

Disguise of any sort was impossible for Beth. She knew what had happened during Darcys imprisonment, and she considered it a badge of honor. She joyfully and eagerly had married William Darcy, scars and all. There would be no secrets between them, she vowed, and she intended to make that clear to the dear man, right here and now.

She snuggled as close as she could to her sleeping husband, lightly kissing his cheek and eyes. William. William, dearest.

A grin grew on Darcys face as his eyes cracked open. Mmm Well, aint this a pretty sight. Howdy, Mrs. Darcy.

Beths whole body flushed with joy at the sound of her new name. Howdy, Mr. Darcy, she returned, her voice low and husky.

Darcys throat worked as his gaze left her face to trail down to her exposed bosom. I I trust youve slept well, sweetheart?

One perfect eyebrow rose. Never better. But Im not sleepy anymore. She ran a finger along his rough cheek, already needing a shave. Are you?

No, he said, his voice gravely.

I didnt wake you?

Darcy let out a soft bark of laughter. Beth, you can wake me in this manner anytime you please. He reached out and pulled her into his embrace.